This is a song about "Joey badass"

And this the endso good luck with your career

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Did hip-hop create a monster, or have i always been this badass?/

We got joey bada$$ and man, he'll soon be a star,

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cause i'm kinda doing this badass crap!

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama